I sit here watching a family play bridge at the game table across from me. Outside the window to my right, I can see the bright blue waters of the Caribbean lazily pass by. Our ship, the Carnival Horizon, has been my home for the last eight days. And… I don’t want to leave.

The last few days are the worst part of a vacation, and yet, usually, I’m ready to go home. This time, however, there isn’t even a sliver of readiness.  This trip was needed. Far more than I care to get into here. When I g...